"If you love something, set it free..."
My muse's gaze fell upon the vast digital ocean, and so I let 'er go.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday! My first time!

Somebody knocked then stuck a head inside Neal’s dressing room. “Five minutes,” the roadie shouted over the band’s encore.

Neal nodded and got up from his practice drum kit. How many other guys were lucky enough to wind up with a girlfriend who didn't mind him drumming in the house and learning guitar? She’s got to like what happens tonight, she’s got to.

He took a final swig from the tequila bottle, made sure the ring was inside his shirt pocket, and headed into the hall.
-------------------------------This is the beginning of a scene I'm playing around with while my Work In Progress is undergoing a renovation. My WIP is categorized as Rock Lit. I don't think the scene will wind up in the story because it takes place years after the planned ending of the story, but you know what they say about best-laid plans. I may post a bit more of the scene for Six Sentence Sunday in the coming weeks.
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